80s good life

"I really saw it. Mom, believe me. You can ask Lei Xiaoming. He saw it too."

"Don't mention Lei Xiaoming to me. This little bastard dares to leave my granddaughter behind. I'll settle the score with Lao Lei." Once Fang Laozi got angry, no one could stop him: "Fang Yuanyuan, stay away from this kid from now on." Dot. Do you hear me?"

"He went to the toilet halfway"

"Okay, Yuanyuan." Fang Zhigang softened his tone: "Listen to grandpa, ah."

Seeing this scene, Fang Yuanyuan couldn't agree but nodded, but still muttered: "I really saw the knife, why don't you believe me?"

"Everything must be based on evidence. Maybe you are wrong." Fang Zhigang made a conclusion, choking Fang Yuanyuan's next words.

The matter ended with Fang Yuanyuan apologizing.

Lin Xuerou ate her meal nervously, because Fang Manman suffered a lot of "wrongedness" today, and received special care at the dinner table.This made Fang Yuanyuan lose her appetite, and even her favorite dishes didn't taste good.

Fang Yuanyuan put down the bowl and chopsticks, and went back to the room silently.After what happened today, Fang Yuanyuan learned how powerful this sister is.She took Fang Manman's hairpin out of her bag, crushed it hard, and threw it out the window.

After eating, Fang Zhigang left quickly, and before leaving, he asked in detail about the appearance characteristics of those blind people.

The grandpa, grandson and Lin Xuerou were enjoying the cool under the big tree in the front yard, and the cicadas kept singing, making people drowsy.

Mr. Fang kept wiping the sweat stains on his forehead with the square scarf in his hand.

Fang Manman saw it and said, "Grandpa, wait for me."

After speaking, she ran into the kitchen and fiddled for a while.Not long after, empty-handed, I ran under the tree to enjoy the shade.

"Girl, what good thing do you want to give me?" Mr. Fang couldn't help asking.

"Grandpa, good things take a long time. You're not good enough to take care of yourself." Fang Manman mocked.

The old man couldn't help laughing: "Okay, okay, can't I wait?"

The two chatted together, while Lin Xuerou was reading a book, looking happy.

Mr. Fang unexpectedly discovered that this granddaughter who grew up in the countryside was flexible in thinking and broad-minded. Chatting with her often yielded unexpected gains.At first it was just chatting between the grandfather and grandson, but later Lin Xuerou also joined the discussion.

The sun tilted his head, the sun at five o'clock in the afternoon swayed the final heat, and the cicadas also played the final symphony.

Fang Manman took out a few weird-looking popsicles from the refrigerator: "You guys have a taste."

Both of them took a bite, which was similar to but completely different from the popsicles they usually eat.

Lin Xuerou couldn't help but savored it carefully again: "The watermelon taste is too strong, vine, this is the best popsicle I've ever eaten."

Fang Manman chuckled: "That's right, there is an exclusive secret recipe for this."

Mr. Fang was very down-to-earth, not much to say about the delicious food, he squinted his eyes and enjoyed it.It provoked Lin Xuerou to remind: "Dad, you can't be greedy for cold, and be careful not to spoil your stomach."

"Leave me alone," Mr. Fang said in a "willful" way, "I have to support what my eldest granddaughter did."

Lin Xuerou was helpless, and smiled at Fang Manman.

"Mom, there's more here, you can give it to your sister."

"Hey, okay, Manman is so good." Lin Xuerou was about to remind her, but she didn't expect the eldest daughter to be so understanding.For the first time, Lin Xuerou felt the warmth of her daughter's little padded jacket.

"I have an idea." Fang Manman said while eating a popsicle, "The mass production of this kind of ice cream must be very popular."

"Girl, are you short of money? Is it because you don't have enough pocket money?" Mr. Fang is a very traditional scholar, subconsciously he still looks down on business people. In his view, doing business is often a speculative business.

Faintly feeling this, Fang Manman thought for a while and said, "Grandpa, I'm not afraid of your jokes. I grew up in the countryside, and I was already afraid of poverty. Life has only improved in recent years. The most important factor is that the country allows free trade. Yes. If a country is to be strong, the economy must recover, and the people must work harder if they want to eat. This is not profiteering or speculation, this is survival.”

Mr. Fang was holding a popsicle in his hand, looking at the serious Fang Manman, lost in thought.This kind of theory may be rotten a few decades later, but it was still an avant-garde concept in the 80s after the reform and opening up.Mr. Fang himself is not pedantic, and to some extent he is even a person who dares to break authority, but after decades in the army, he himself has become a part of authority. Gradually, inevitably, his thinking has become rigid.

What the eldest granddaughter said shocked him, and he realized that he was self-confident. At the same time, he also realized that this girl was so different from other children.

"Go on." He wanted to hear more.

"Grandpa, it may be the duty of parents to raise me, but as a child, I can choose to share their worries." Fang Manman paused, and winked at the old man: "And I did a market research today!"

"'Market research'?" Mr. Fang became more interested when he heard the new term, "What does it mean?"

"You can understand that I conducted research on whether customers want the popsicles I make."

"I see. What was the result?"

"It's not very necessary." Fang Manman smiled mysteriously, "But I can make them need it."

The popsicle in Mr. Fang's hand slowly turned into water and dripped on the stone floor, but he didn't notice it, but was completely aroused by Fang Manman's curiosity.

"Okay, girl, you don't want to be a secret. Tell grandpa quickly."

"It's actually very simple. Sometimes it's not that consumers don't need it, but that they don't have a better choice. My task is to create this kind of choice and show it to them. People seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and they will spontaneously choose Choose the better option."

Mr. Fang suddenly understood: "The popsicles you made are delicious, and they are indeed a better choice in terms of taste."

"But it's not good enough." Fang Yuanyuan continued: "I can make some interesting molds, such as bears, to attract children's attention."

"Or a variety of flavors." Mr. Fang made inferences, "But you are still limited by yourself. Even if you solve the problem of demand, do you have the ability to provide it to everyone?"

As expected of a person who has experienced big storms, Mr. Fang quickly pointed out the problem.

"Grandpa, which part of the popsicle industry do you think is the most profitable? The dealer who sells popsicles? The factory? Neither, but the person who masters the core formula. Do you know Coca-Cola?"

"Well, I know, I don't like foreign things very much."

"The secret to its success is the recipe. It's really amazing that a simple soda can be sold all over the world with a single recipe."